Their joining was stirring up powerful things in the ether. It made Grant’s hair rise. If he was in cat form, his fur would be snapping with static electricity. But he was temporarily human, and the only thing sparking here was the friction of his cock rubbing against Sherrie’s ass. He’d love nothing more than to shove inside that sweet, tight hole he was gliding over, but the time wasn’t right for that—not yet anyway.
This time, he’d simply hold her and maybe jack off against her backside while Walker filled her pussy and brought her to climax.
Just watching could be greatly pleasurable too.
Having Perron hold Sherrie while he fucked her wasn’t exactly how John had envisioned their next sexual encounter, but he was surprised to find it didn’t upset or annoy him as much as it might have. In fact, he had to admit he was turned on by Grant playing a supporting role and watching.
The aura of power shimmering around them was overwhelming, and John felt if he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d explode. But as eager as he was to be in her, he wanted to make sure Sherrie was as ready as he was. He bent and suckled her breasts, plucking one nipple while he licked and sucked the other. The warm weight of her breast in his hand and filling his mouth sent an aching heaviness through his cock. The need to possess her, to claim her, was irresistible.
Sherrie moaned softly and again pushed her chest toward his mouth. John glanced up to see her heavy-lidded eyes and Grant’s both watching him, which was an amazing turn-on. The panther had pulled her jeans off and, from the movement of his body, he was thrusting against her ass.
John couldn’t restrain himself from nipping. He loved to bite during sex, and his wolf partners loved it too. Even though he was gentler with Sherrie, he still elicited a gasp from her as his teeth dug into her sensitive nipple. Meanwhile, he slid his hand down her belly, touching Perron’s fingers gripping her waist in passing. That light brush sent sparks through him. The foreignness of sharing a mate with another male was shockingly arousing.
John dipped his fingers between the plump folds of her cunt. She was so incredibly wet and, as he thrust them into her entrance, impossibly hot. His cock throbbed, aching to replace his fingers inside her, but first he knelt to lick her pussy and bring her right to the edge of coming. Spreading her labia wide, he delicately flicked his tongue along her seam, tasting her musky juices.
Sherrie thrust her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth. Her feminine moan was a counterpoint to Perron’s quiet groan, and the mingled sound of their pleasure tightened the bowstring of John’s lust even tauter. His body was one raw, vibrating nerve, and his groan combined with theirs. Feeling the bud of her clit with the tip of his tongue, he lapped over it with steady strokes. He loved her taste and the feeling of her body responding to his touch. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers, and she thrust her pussy toward him with louder whimpers.
John breathed in her scent as he brought her closer and closer to climax. When he judged she was almost there, he rose and moved in close, guiding his cock to her pussy. Behind Sherrie, Perron lifted her body and rocked his hips against her, rubbing his cock in the groove of her ass. John met his gaze as he pushed inside her, sandwiching her between them.
Sherrie slid her arms around him, pulling him to her and driving her body onto his erection. John lowered his face to her mouth, taking her lips in a possessive kiss as he filled her. He couldn’t ignore the other shifter, but he could show him whose woman Sherrie really was. He pulled out and entered her again, grunting at the strength of his thrust.
The heat of her body against his, the slide of skin against skin and the heavenly wetness of her pussy combined to bring him to the brink of orgasm after only a few thrusts. Mine, his mind claimed as he filled her again and again. Ours, Perron’s voice sounded in his head.
John glanced up at him sharply, and Perron grinned as he bent and sucked on the bite mark on Sherrie’s neck.
John growled and thrust harder, laying claim to his mate.
Sherrie felt she was melting between the two hot bodies cradling her. John had worked her to the very edge of coming before pulling away. Now that he’d entered her and was growling near her ear, it took only a few thrusts before she came hard. She clung to his sweaty shoulders and gasped at the force of her climax. She’d never experienced anything like the pleasure of two men making her the center of their attention. Not two men, but two paranormal beings who’d unleashed an incredible power inside her.
Sherrie plunged her hands into John’s shaggy hair and pulled him to her for a deep, sucking kiss. His body bucked against hers, and Grant supported the weight of them both, cradling Sherrie and purring—yes, actually purring. She could feel the vibration against her back.